Demon in designer

[Intro – Whispered & Layered, Dark Tone]

Uh…
I don’t play fair…
Capálot, from Caton Sides
Grrt… baow
Demon in designer, bitch
Still move like a threat in Prada fits

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[Hook – Drill Bounce + Melody]

Demon in designer, Glock with the switch,
Look clean but I slide like a mafia hit.
Heart froze cold, I don’t love no bitch,
Ops want smoke, then they get that wish.
From Caton Sides, where the real ones ride,
Capálot steppin’, can’t kill my vibe.
Talk on the ‘net but they fold in the face,
Pop out deep, leave a mess in they place.

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[Verse 1 – Calm But Menacing]

Cartiers on, still see through the fake,
These rap boys fraud, got no real rank.
I was outside with the apes and snakes,
Movin’ like ghosts, left no damn trace.

Gun in the Moncler, tucked with poise,
Still let it ring, no cap, no noise.
Tried to run up, caught two like a coin,
Now he stuck in the sky, that boy airborne.

Caton raised, we don’t duck no static,
Seen more war than your favorite savage.
Capálot name ring bells in traffic,
Spin through blocks, leave souls in fragments.

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[Hook – Drill Bounce + Melody]

Demon in designer, Glock with the switch,
Look clean but I slide like a mafia hit.
Heart froze cold, I don’t love no bitch,
Ops want smoke, then they get that wish.
From Caton Sides, where the real ones ride,
Capálot steppin’, can’t kill my vibe.
Talk on the ‘net but they fold in the face,
Pop out deep, leave a mess in they place.

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[Verse 2 – More Aggressive, Eli Fross Tone]

I don’t do peace, I don’t do truce,
I do war, I lace my boots.
He ain’t got aim, he just shoot for loops,
I make sure the clip get emptied, proof.

Headshot, that’s close casket,
Whole block spin like it’s haunted magic.
Tints so dark, got a priest in traffic,
I sin so much, make the Reaper panic.

Shorty on go, she toxic too,
Only call when the packs come through.
But I like that vibe, she hold that tool,
Bend it like Beckham, then break them rules.

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[Bridge – Haunting Vocals, Filtered Under Beat]

No peace, no light in the tunnel,
Just death in a mask with a stick, so subtle.
World too cold for a love that’s humble,
So I sleep with a Glock in a Gucci duffle.

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[Hook – Final Chorus, Layered Adlibs + FX]

Demon in designer, Glock with the switch,
Look clean but I slide like a mafia hit.
Heart froze cold, I don’t love no bitch,
Ops want smoke, then they get that wish.
From Caton Sides, where the real ones ride,
Capálot steppin’, can’t kill my vibe.
Talk on the ‘net but they fold in the face,
Pop out deep, leave a mess in they place.

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[Outro – Spoken, Fade Out]

Caton Sides, I bleed that turf…
Capálot, name hold weight in dirt…
Don’t ask me why I move like this…
Ask the block that made me first.
Bitch.

[extend instrumental only to add a extra vocal later] 

808-heavy menace, haunting melodies, male, D minor, Kicks/Snares, Hi-Hats, A reversed piano loop, synth keys, male